My sewing creativity was a bit stymied this month. I had some personal obligations and just didn't make the time to keep up. This week, however, I've been checking things off my list and am finally making progress on a lovely quilt! (Photos are top secret until it's done and given to the recipients.)
I feel very joyous when I'm in the swing of things. I love matching up patterns and fabric colors. And seeing all these cut up blocks get sewn together to create a beautiful image.
In honor of National Poetry Month-- even in the last day of it-- I have a poem that relays my joy.
If I Were
by Mary Oliver
There are lots of ways to dance and
to spin, sometimes it just starts my
feet first then my entire body, I am
sprinning no one can see it but it is
happening. I am so glad to be alive,
I am so glad to be loving and loved.
Even if I were close to the finish,
even if I were at my final breath, I
would be here to take a stand, bereft
of such astonishments, but for them.
If I were a sufi for sure I would be
one of the spinning kind.
